Sometimes on the way to your dream,

you get lost and find a better one.

Wednesday, December 31, 2014

Whimsical Wednesday #156

Welcome back to Whimsical Wednesday!

The day for your googled giggle that gets you over the hump that is Wednesday and sliding down into the weekend.

Of course, today being New Years Eve, many of you are probably already in sliding mode (*~*)

this clock is so beautiful, I want one just like it.

aren't we glad that didn't happen!

similar clock, but the first one is better.

nuff said



Don't party too hard, you want to remember the good time you had!

Monday, December 29, 2014

Musical Monday #40

Musical Monday

I was introduced to Musical Monday by Delores who copied the meme from another site.

I think it’s a fun way to show off some of the music we like and brighten up our Mondays at the same time. 

I’ll be finding my clips on you tube, so will simply credit that site since there are often so many versions of everything and I wouldn’t want to accidentally credit the wrong artist.

Today’s clip is: surprise, surprise; Boney M! 

Auld Lang Syne

and the lyrics.

Sunday, December 28, 2014

Sunday Selections # 204

Welcome back to Sunday Selections!

This once-a- week-meme was originally begun by Kim of Frog Ponds Rock, as a way to showcase some of the many photos we all take, but don't get around to showing on our blogs.

The rules are very simple:-
1. post photos of your choice, old or new, under the Sunday Selections title
2. link back to me, River, somewhere in your post
3. leave me a comment so that I know you've joined in and can come over and see what you've posted.
4. hop on over to TheElephant’s Child to see more of her wonderful photos.
  Andrew often joins in too.

I usually go with a theme for my Sunday Selections and this week I have photos of my garden yet again, because there are a couple of new things.

white agapanthus. I like how this glows in the moonlight.
these are the bluebell bulbs I dug out of the sodden pot, you can see there are many more than the original 10. I hope they grow again next season. I have them stored in a brown paper bag now.

these are the newbies; dwarf French marigolds in my favourite colours

I bought a six-pack,

and planted them in two groups of three. If I let them self-seed the groups will become large clumps eventually; instead I will collect the seed and start them in seed raising trays and plant them where I want them, then maybe let them self seed for a few years. 

the bigger marigolds are growing well, no dead heads yet to be collecting seed from.

my pelargonium-in-a-pot has more blooms than last year

I love these, I must get some in different colours. I had cuttings of a dark red, but they got buried in the mulch and vanished.

I like the way the colour appears lighter or darker at different times of the day.

the leaves are  browning off too often and I suspect it is potbound. 
In the autumn I'll plant it out in the garden.

the stocks aren't flowering as profusely as I hoped, possibly I have over watered, stocks don't like wet feet. I'll collect the seed when it forms, and hope they grow. They are from a store bought packet of seeds and second generation seeds often don't grow.


Saturday, December 27, 2014

Thursday Thoughts #26 (yes, I know it's Saturday!)

"The occasional night when the loneliness ached so badly that it made you weep. The occasional gathering during which you wanted to escape to your empty apartment so badly you were willing to go out the bathroom window."
The above quote is from one of the Harry Dresden stories, but I can't remember which one.

Today's Thoughts:

Today is boxing day; when I was little I learned this was the day when the boxes from Christmas gifts were flattened and stored for future use, or if they were the decorated type made from sturdy cardboard with a lid, they were stacked inside each other, lids on, to save space, and stored to be used again. 

 I have some of these decorated boxes, they hold many of my tree ornaments, plus ropes of gold and red bead chains. 
I didn't receive them with a gift inside, as I've seen on old movies, but found them on sale for less than half price in a hardware/kitchenware/furniture store several years ago. Each box has Christmas scenes on the sides and the lid has a matching scene. 
I remember many movies where the box had a ribbon tied around it, when the ribbon was untied and the box lid lifted off, so many times a puppy or kitten would pop its little head up and the child recipient would squeal with joy. 

Modern movies have people handing things over in gift bags instead with just a bit of fancy coloured scrunched up tissue paper covering the gift inside the bag. 
An easy method for those who aren't good at wrapping I suppose, but I love gifts that are wrapped with lovely papers, ribbons or bows attached. Glittery, shiny, plain, multi coloured, doesn't really matter, the fun is in the opening. Who cares if the gift isn't professionally wrapped? Wrinkles, creases, too much sticky tape, all add to the fun and joy of opening. 

Some people open carefully so they can keep the paper and enjoy looking at it, others keep the paper to be used again the next year (my mum...I can hear her now, "don't waste it, it can be used again"), children tear into it and toss it aside in their hurry to see what's inside. No boxes to be stored there.

I've heard also that boxing day is referred to as such because that is the day many gifts are packed back into their boxes to be returned to the store for refund or exchange. This seems a little sad to me. Someone goes to a fair amount of effort to choose, wrap and give a gift, then the recipient takes it back for something they really want? 

I'm guessing this is one reason why giving money instead of a gift came about. Why bother choosing a gift when you know it will be returned to the store? 

When my kids were little, half the fun was watching them unwrap the things I'd chosen, same with grandkids. 
Now, I give gift cards, which equal cash, mostly because I don't know what my adult children and grandchildren want or need, they seem to already have everything, also because in the after Christmas sales, the monetary value of these cards can almost double, so if they are choosing clothes or kitchenwares, they'll get more. Two t-shirts for the price of one for instance. 

In other news, I've had a letter to the newspaper published! 
Just the local Messenger, the free weekly paper. 

There's been quite a few letters written there lately about people not picking up after their dogs. 

Other letters then reply with excuses such as "there were no free council supplied bags left in the dispenser so I couldn't pick up my dog's waste." Or words to that effect. 

After reading several weeks of these weak excuses, I got annoyed with these people and wrote my own letter. Told them where to go!

Cheap as chips!!
Buy your own bags!
Why rely on the council to supply "free" bags for you?
(They're not free, the money comes from taxpayers. That's you and me. And I don't even own a dog). 

Be responsible and provide your own bags. 
Any bag will do. 
Just pick up the poo and put it in the bin.

obsessive compulsive cleaners

I'm watching a TV show titled obsessive compulsive cleaners and have to tell you, I'm gobsmacked!
i spen half the time staring at the screen with my mouth hanging open.
This week the show opened with a scene of a woman vacuuming her dog, another scene of a man vacuuming the blankets on his made bed. Not so bad, I suppose.
But it gets worse. Some of these people clean 7-8 hours a day, one man cleans 50 hours a week as well as running his body builder business.
Last week one of the cleaners showed how she uses at least half a bottle of bleach plus other chemical cleaners in a bucket of hot water to scrub things because they absolutely must be germ free. To meet her standards. The fumes from this didn't affect her one bit.

The purpose of the show is to show these obsessive cleaners another side of life. The obsessives go out to other people's homes to help them clean up. These "other" homes are hoarders, or simply people who don't clean for one reason or another. Hopefully the non-obsessives learn to keep cleaner, tidier. They ask for the help to clean, so this is how they get the help, from an obsessive cleaner.

I'm not gobsmacked by people letting their houses get grubby or over stocked, no, no, I'm gobsmacked by the extent of obsessiveness which has one of the men arranging his curtains so each ring is equal distance from the next. Another quite young man cleans his sink, then folds the dish cloth 'just so' and places it in the exact spot it needs to be, then the sink plug is placed on the cloth, dead centre and the little triangle handle on the plug must be folded down so the point of the triangle is facing the plug hole. "That's how a sink should be arranged", he says.

I know obsessive compulsiveness of any sort is a psychological problem and I don't mean to make fun of anyone here, I'm just a little stunned by the woman who is so afraid of germs she puts an article of clothing in the wash even if she just tried it on, changed her mind and took it straight off again. With the amount of washing on the line from herself and her children, one neighbour asked if she was running a laundry service.

Last week, several obsessive cleaners banded together to help clean a soup kitchen facility, this time they're cleaning a swimming pool and the change rooms etc. The clashes between the cleaners are more pronounced this week, with each having her preferred method and trying to have the helpers do things one way while another comes along and says no, no do it this way-with these products and so on.

I look around at my cat-fluffy floor and think, Meh, I'll vacuum on the weekend. Nothing obsessive about me! Is it possible to be obsessive about procrastinating?

Friday, December 26, 2014

TMI? it's entirely possible

that I may have





But heck, what's an Aussie Christmas without watermel.......uh-oh.....


Wednesday's Words on a Friday

On Wednesdays, Delores, from Under The Porch Light, has a word challenge meme which she calls “Words for Wednesday”.

She puts up a selection of six words which we then use in a short story, or a poem.

I’m hopeless at poetry so I always do a story.

It’s a fun challenge…why not join in?

Delores is taking a break from the challenge for a few weeks, so I’ll be putting up a piece (or six) of my own that I wrote without Delores’s words. I hope I haven’t already featured these.

Here is my story:  **

Maria looked down and smiled. The love he had for her was sweet, and sweeter still was the love she felt for him.

She knelt down to his level and hugged this tiny man of hers. His arms wrapped around her neck. "I wuv you Mummy" he said as he snuggled in. "I love you too Nicky," Maria replied as she stood and walked to his bedroom. They cuddled for a minute more, then Maria laid her son in his new little bed, a birthday gift, a real bed for this little man who was two years old today.

"Time to sleep Nicky, do you want teddy tonight or elephant?"
"Ephant," said Nicky and Maria handed him the fluffy purple toy.

Nicky hugged it to his chest as his eyelids began to close. He'd had a big day.

Maria turned on his night light, then turned off the overhead light before giving Nicky his last goodnight kiss and leaving the room. 

(** pretty sure I've posted this one before)